New art

Brought home a painting the other day from a client I must've done something good for.  (Either it's end a sentence in a preposition week, or I've been spending too much time talking to Pablo.)  It's a cool abstract piece, which is not usually my genre but I really like it, and the colors tie the house together perfectly.  So since this spot is the center of the whole house, physically and mentally, that's where it will live.

Now, because this blog thingy seems to have an issue with the direction pictures get posted, here is the first picture of my new artwork.  I took the picture vertically, stood it up and saved it horizontally, and this is how the blogger likes it to be oriented:

So I went back and took the picture from about the same spot, only in evening light instead of morning, and horizontally rather than vertically, so you don't have to lay down or lean over to see it right end upwards:

Ok, I was closer to it this time, you can't see the kitchen floor in the second one.  But you get the idea, I hope.

You can also see, reflected in the mirror, the color of my bedroom.  This is what I mean when I say the painting ties the house together.  Color is the story, I need a lot of it to feel like home. 

And meanwhile Pablo spent a good part of the day helping the guys with the fence.  Here he is, hard at work:

There was only one moment when he decided the fence isn't there anymore, and he could (and did) walk through it.  No biggie, he stopped when I told him to stop (small miracle) and I was able to retrieve him before he got in a lot of trouble.

done with the replenishment

The guys took their toys and left.  We still have a depressed area just to the north of our stairs where they didn't fill in because of some supposed bird who was nesting in the wall in late August/early September.  This is NJ, mind you.  Birds don't nest here at this time of year. 

Time and tide will fill in the space without human intervention.  Meanwhile, it's become a favorite spot to be on the beach and out of the wind, and the kids and dogs enjoy racing up and down the hill.  Pablo spent the whole afternoon on the beach with his nieces and one of their friends, with the accompaniment of another dog he has met before.  I stayed in and tried to work, with limited success.

So he is pooped out, while I am wide awake, and need to get up at 6.00 for work tomorrow.  Oh well.

Nice evening view of the beach, empty now, the freeloaders are mostly gone.